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    These photographs are just a few I have taken over the last ten years at The Albany Bulb, also known as the Landfill, the Waterfront and just The Bulb. It is a place I feel passionate about. That much is obvious. There are many of us who believe that this piece of the much hyped Eastshore State Park should have been left untouched and unmanaged - because it is a unique example of what happens when a place naturally and organically self regulates. But the dogma of 'preservation' and 'conservation areas' 'resource protection', 'habitats' and 'liability' overrules all individual identity. They cannot leave anything untouched, un-designed. It is as if if they (the park planners) didn't make it, it has no value. Rules, guidelines, regulations, interpretive signage, fences, safety, sanctioned art - it leaves nothing to the imagination. That is what the landfill meant to us - a place of unlimited imagination.
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July 27, 2008



Actually, dogs DO bite their 'friends' sometimes (except who are we to know if they consider themselves 'friends' or simply 'roommates'?). But my real reason to comment was that there is new research about PTSD on the front page of the paper today - trying to unravel why some people are better able to return to calm after chaos and terror. The brain is a mysterious and amazing organ, and it controls what we make of our experience of life.


Will you keep the article for me? I think, though I look at PTSD and the type I seem to have - repetitive PTSD, through this prism of being able to see it all happen and to really think I could stop it, but it seems truly beyond my control. And calm is some sort of myth. A beautiful vision just out of reach. As if calm is just the prelude to an inevitable 5 act Shakespearien tragedy! :)



The words to "Killing Me Softly" come to mind when I read your latest. I know we all ask ourselves at some point - do I put this out on the Internet? Do we let complete strangers know these things about ourselves? And then...we do...and someone else feels such a strong resonance with it and we change someone's life - or at the very least, make them feel a tiny bit less alone.

Keep doing it, Jill. For you, and for us.

Barry in SF

Liar, liar, ruffles on fire. We've had many a beer over the years. I have witnesses.


Hey Bear
Glad to see you're paying attention. You're right. I've had a beer or two over the years. In fact see a recent blog where I write that I am "choking on my organic hot dog and Stella Artois" So, I'm changing the blog to reflect that I do drink - so damn little that after three quarters of a bottle of Pilsner, you or someone else usually has to finish mine off!
There's a great track by one of my faves Mary Gauthier called 'I Drink'. The act of drinking as the activity in and of itself. I think I was trying (without understanding the number of Sherlock's I have in my readership) to describe myself as one for whom having a beer or a glass of wine occasionally is about as common as me eating tofu. I often do say 'I don't eat tofu' But that would be a lie. I have. There. It's in print...though I don't think you've ever witnessed it...

susie fought

could it have been the Ambien that ended the nightmares?



Not Ambien, not therapy. I started living the nightmares during daytime, so didn't need to get killed at night! :) But Suse, I'm surprised you didn't write about all the times I used to attack you in bed trying to defend myself against the demons....
and as I have now uncorked this vintage of self exploration in full view of the world, it comes down to this for me - as I let the full reality of what shaped me seep into the present, the nightmares played less of a role in my self protection. But hey, I'm Jill Posener right? Tough lesbo bitch - as I was called repeatedly in the park the other day. I should have just yelled back 'hey dude, it's lesboBUTCH, not bitch'. Get it right.


My gf suffers the occasional night terror, though perhaps not only night at further, more often than occasionally. I've wondered how I'll deal when we are together full-time.

I am intrigued by your top 10.

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